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The black tortie stirs from his sleep only to find that there's golden fur next to his own and he can't help but roll his eyes at this, out of habit, he wishes to envelope his arms around the other but he refrains from doing so. They're arent mates... they aren't anything from what he remembers and so, Roostertuft decides that this couldn't continue or their clanmates would end up getting the wrong idea about both of the toms. With a paw, he brushes off the strands of nest material from his plush pelt only to roll away from the other with both of his ears pressed flat against his skull. He rests on his back and glances towards the foliage that makes up the warriors den for a long heart to contemplate moving his nest.
He spares a glance in the direction of it only to notice the way that both of their nests had merged together into one big nest. It must've been because of their bodies constantly rolling over until the nests had woven together and he knows that it'd be too much work to try tearing his half away. Roostertuft wouldn't be assed in doing that so he rolls onto his stomach so that he pushes himself onto his paws and only spares a brief glance to the heap of golden fur that he's leaving behind "'m gonna start from scratch." The patchwork tom mumbles to himself as he lips out from the warriors den without another word, surely, it'd be easy enough to find some nesting material.
His whiskers twitch noticing that the sun begins to slowly rise in the distance and he allows himself to sit down to watch it, maybe it'd help wake him up. Rooster stays there for a hour or so before he starts to get to work in searching for things that he could use for his nest, he manages to find a few things which he begins to put into separate piles or tucks it into his fur so he didn't misplace it. A few feathers stick out of his plush coat like odd plumage that matches the feathery tail that he has and begins adding it to the pile, a small frown on his face as he debates over if he'd use all of this or lend it to someone else.
Roostertuft finds his nose in some of the taller blades of grass before pulling away to sneeze and shakes his head afterwards, he takes a few steps back to examine the pile. Now, the real trick was to start weaving it together until it took the shape of a nest that he could lay in and he'd figure out the placement of it later... just so that it's far from the golden boy. Maybe he looks a bit silly doing this... he feels rather silly but tries to ignore it knowing that this would help him in the long run, right? The warmth of the sunlight melts into his pelt and bones which causes him to feel drowsy while his paws get to work on weaving, he grits his teeth with frustration when his head bobs from subtle exhaustion but he ignores it as he sits upright "There we go."
He spares a glance in the direction of it only to notice the way that both of their nests had merged together into one big nest. It must've been because of their bodies constantly rolling over until the nests had woven together and he knows that it'd be too much work to try tearing his half away. Roostertuft wouldn't be assed in doing that so he rolls onto his stomach so that he pushes himself onto his paws and only spares a brief glance to the heap of golden fur that he's leaving behind "'m gonna start from scratch." The patchwork tom mumbles to himself as he lips out from the warriors den without another word, surely, it'd be easy enough to find some nesting material.
His whiskers twitch noticing that the sun begins to slowly rise in the distance and he allows himself to sit down to watch it, maybe it'd help wake him up. Rooster stays there for a hour or so before he starts to get to work in searching for things that he could use for his nest, he manages to find a few things which he begins to put into separate piles or tucks it into his fur so he didn't misplace it. A few feathers stick out of his plush coat like odd plumage that matches the feathery tail that he has and begins adding it to the pile, a small frown on his face as he debates over if he'd use all of this or lend it to someone else.
Roostertuft finds his nose in some of the taller blades of grass before pulling away to sneeze and shakes his head afterwards, he takes a few steps back to examine the pile. Now, the real trick was to start weaving it together until it took the shape of a nest that he could lay in and he'd figure out the placement of it later... just so that it's far from the golden boy. Maybe he looks a bit silly doing this... he feels rather silly but tries to ignore it knowing that this would help him in the long run, right? The warmth of the sunlight melts into his pelt and bones which causes him to feel drowsy while his paws get to work on weaving, he grits his teeth with frustration when his head bobs from subtle exhaustion but he ignores it as he sits upright "There we go."
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FACES ILLUMINATED IN THE DARK
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ROOSTERTUFTWINDCLAN WARRIOR
TRANS MASC x HE/HIMx"speech", thoughts, attacking
a large, longhaired black smoke tortie/blue ticked tabby chimera with a pair of earthy toned eyes and low white
has complicated feelings towards goldenroar and subtly interested in nutmegpurr
charismatic, stubborn, adventurous, aloof, and awkward would be a few words that describe roostertuft as an individual. a former barncat that's getting accustomed to clan life after the events of the barn burning down, he oftentimes misses the life before it burnt down yet he's someone who'll adapt to change.
